Gotta have faith in the real
This is the face of inspirational skill
Gorgeous with the skill so looks do kill
Ugly with the truth, but a good look still
D’Angelo how I kick life in your soul
Tell me how does it feel?
Riding the beat like Jesus got shotgun
So, I’m taking the wheel
My drive is never reckless
Messianic flow, even skeptics get blessed with
This unconditional love over the instrumental
Give you a piece of my mind, you're getting sent-a-mental
Image, telepathic
Your 2D raps is real sketchy, I’m real graphic
Surreal magic, therapeutic for post traumatic
Stress, so classic I healed Illmatic

A true scholar, how I see the test
I know the lesson, I don’t need to guess
You test dummies need to reassess, your values and priorities
Speaking up without authority
You need to humble down, ‘til you wise up
Humble down, ‘til you wise up

You get dumber as I get clever
I get money but I spit better
Trendsetters, y’all got the game fucked up
Little 3-minute men, can’t last forever
Bow, you win now, but I win ever
More than ever before, check your calendar
It’s whenever
A light bender, but I’m long winded
If I stop, I’m just catching my breath
So, take pause, when in
Doubt, it’s light work, I don’t need to sweat
Even when I relax you can see the flex
You’re green with envy: Chia Pet
‘Cause everything I produce, I keep fresh
Ask your girlfriend, she’s impressed
I got her charmed like “boy, stop he a mess”
The kind of king that believes in chess
The kind of king unmoved even if I see a check

A true scholar, how I see the test
I know the lesson, I don’t need to guess
You test dummies need to reassess, your values and priorities
Speaking up without authority
You need to humble down, ‘til you wise up
Humble down, ‘til you wise up

I don’t have try hard to really shine
Mine is effortless by design
Black gold skin, the value never declines
Like my credit cards
It’s powered by the sun, I’ma let it charge
If my melanin was wine, it’d be ageless
Soul so sober, my time can’t be wasted
Highly underestimated
Don’t compare me to that overpriced fakeness
Kill the fake shit, we awake
Send a fake woke nigha to a wake
Hit em so Hard, send em to a New Zzzz Land
I’m a Black God, Morgan Freeman
Negus with an attitude
And my attitude is gratitude
This is light work, no batteries included
So many teachers but none surpass the student

A true scholar, how I see the test
I know the lesson, I don’t need to guess
You test dummies need to reassess, your values and priorities
Speaking up without authority
You need to humble down, ‘til you wise up
Humble down, ‘til you wise up

‘Til the end of time